Friday, September 30, 2011

Threading the needle

No, no, no, that's not accurate, it's mcuh more like threading the face, which feels like a needle.

Yes, I finally tried threading -- a practice that has been done for centuries in countries such as India, Iran, Iraq, and other Arab countries. According to Wiki, in ancient Persia threading was a sign that a girl had reached adulthood and become a woman.

Yes, hooray at me, finally an adult! Well perhaps I shouldn't go that far. But I will say without hesitation that I am less hairy. And I like it.

Here is the Wiki description of threading, which cracks me right up: Practitioners use a pure, thin, twisted cotton thread which is rolled over usually untidy hairlines, moustaches and other areas of unwanted hair, plucking the hair at the follicle level. Unlike tweezing, where single hairs are pulled out one at a time, threading can remove an entire row of hair, resulting in a straighter line. As a larger area of hair is removed at once, however, it can be relatively painful.

The bolding is mine....usually untidy, isn't that cute? And relatively painful, that makes me laugh too, I mean, relatively painful in relation to what?

Some of the reviews I looked at today likened the pain to child birth. One woman claimed it was worse. But of the 30 or so reviews I took the time to read, good ol' Marilyn's was my favorite:

I had the upper lip threaded and I have been through immense pain in my life but that took the biscuit. It was extremely painful but results were fantastic.

Again, bolding mine. Took the biscuit? Genius.

And I do have to agree with Marilyn, there was serious buscuit taking. The threading of my upper lip took me right back to my Lamaze breathing, or lack thereof. I had to pull my face away repeatdly, and my eyes were tearing throughout the breif process. The eyebrows were uncomfortable, but the lip, well, ouch. It's sensitive.
But yes, yes, Marilyn, the results are fantastic.

Just look at the woman in the photo below; although she looks way too relaxed for this to be real, those are some choice eyebrows, right?

Too bad they weren't offering the bejeweled eyelids at the salon too, I probably would have opted for those as well. Instead, well instead I treated myself to the always welcome, never painful henna tattoo.

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Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.

We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.